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Kalia Menethil was crowned Queen of Lordaeron by Archbishop Faol, who had returned from the dead, in the presence of Varian, King of Stormwind; Daelin, Lord of Kul Tiras; and Jaina, Lord of Theramore! Furthermore, she gained the allegiance of Garithos and Sylvanas, the Quel'Thalas Ranger-General who was also said to have risen from the dead!

If Pharnaces' resurrection made the nobles feel inexplicably sacred, the recognition of the three prominent leaders of the Human Alliance was part of the noble rules, and Sylvanas's allegiance made them somewhat curious, then Garithos's allegiance was truly incomprehensible to them—those in the know understood the elite troops Garithos commanded, and it was entirely reasonable for him to strive for a higher position with the unstable Kalia.

If Garithos knew about these nobles' doubts, he would surely have mentally given them the middle finger.

'I'd like to fight for a bigger advantage, but the problem is, Varian and his gang aren't playing by the rules and have just flipped the table!'

Indeed, Garithos was 'persuaded' by Varian and his squad of fully armed warriors. After exchanging technology with the Draenei several times in Ratchet, the Tinkerers had mastered the technology of using large portable warp crystals to open portals at specific points and directions. They put it into testing, and Varian, who thought the technology was very useful, was the first to try it.

So, two days after Varian and his men secretly arrived in Tirisfal Glades, Garithos woke up utterly bewildered to find a fully equipped, organized legion had suddenly appeared in the glades overnight—including elven mages and paladins of an unknown race. And Varian Wrynn, wearing a half-wolf mask for some unknown reason, stood at the entrance to his tent, leaning on a greatsword, and in a friendly tone informed Garithos of Calia's impending coronation. Watching Varian occasionally flick his fingers at the hilt of his greatsword, Garithos had no doubt that if he refused this offer, his head might be severed from his body.

Therefore, he followed his heart.

However, in Jaina's eyes, Garithos's allegiance was an inevitable outcome. She was more interested in how Varian had persuaded Sylvanas single-handedly, as Sylvanas's temper was, in her opinion, not exactly the best.

Varian gave a nonchalant reply.

“I promised Sylvanas that as long as she does not attack Lordaeron’s allies, Arthas’s life will be at her disposal after the Scourge is destroyed in the future.”

Then Jaina said "oh"—though she was a little disappointed with the answer.

After the Kingdom of Lordaeron was legally rebuilt, the reconstruction of the ruins was quickly put on the agenda. Led by VanCleef, some members of the Defias Brotherhood removed their masks, donned their stonemasons' uniforms, and left their homeland for Tirisfal Glades, where the plague had not yet subsided. With the help of engineering machinery from Ratchet, they began building a city larger and more magnificent than Stormwind, capable of accommodating both the living and the dead—this time, of course, they had the money first. With the impetus from Ratchet, the new Alliance, and even Quel'Thalas, the Kingdom of Lordaeron began its reconstruction at a faster and more powerful pace…

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"They resolved the situation in Lordaeron in less than half a month. Varian truly lives up to his reputation..."

Tanya sat on the sofa, happily sipping her honey drink, while opposite her, Jaina, who had come to visit, was adding sugar cubes to her tea.

"The matter isn't completely resolved. According to Sylvanas, the Scourge army in Tirisfal Glades is led by a three-headed dreadlord. However, after we stormed the ruins of Lordaeron's capital, we couldn't even find a single bat wing. We're still secretly investigating their whereabouts, but I doubt we'll find anything..."

Jaina picked up her teacup and spoke with a worried expression.

"The Dreadlord... that thing is impossible to catch unless it reveals itself or someone with the expertise goes to capture it—I think what you can do is plan the overall direction of development as much as possible in advance, limiting its actions to trivial matters and minimizing its destructive power when it appears."

Tanya took small sips of her tea and offered her opinion.

"Well, it seems this is the only way for now... By the way, Tannis, what do you think about the remnants wanting to join the extermination force?"

"If you have no objections, Varian has no objections, Admiral Daelin has no objections, and Kalia has no objections, and Sylvanas tacitly approves, then let them join if they want—by the way, if they do join, remember to help me promote Ratchet's special perfume and simulated skins to them!"

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"I'm back!"

With the sound of a motor turning, Tannis opened the door to her laboratory, and there she saw a mini Onyxia who had accepted her current situation, lying on her workbench, flipping through an introductory engineering book.

"You're planning to become a repairman?"

"Humph!"

Although still in chibi form, Onyxia, whose dragon appearance was no longer so 'fierce and cute', jumped off the table, hopped to the side, jumped onto her little bed, and lay down with a gurgle. But less than a minute later, she sat up again.

"I think I heard you mention that you were planning to attack Blackrock Mountain?"

"Yes."

"Do you know if there's anything else inside Blackrock Mountain besides that lump of fire elemental?"

"I know, the stuff your older brother almost killed in the Redridge Mountains was a product of his Blackrock Mountain laboratory, right?"

Tanis's nonchalant reply made Onyxia's eyes widen.

"you know?"

“I have my own sources of intelligence.”

"You're going to attack my brother's lab, aren't you?"

"Who knows?"

"If you're going to attack my brother's lab, can you take me with you?"

"Okay...wait, what do you want to do?"

Tanis became wary. Although Onyxia appeared harmless at the moment, deep down she was still that unruly black dragon.

"Me..."

Onyxia stood in front of Tannis with her hands behind her back, trying her best to appear dignified.

"I want to see how you use your stuff to make my brother realize that his research is also worthless, is that alright?"

43. Onyxia, who betrayed her brother

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“........."

Inside the main conference room in Ratchet, Varian's projection sat in a chair adorned with the Stormwind Kingdom's emblem, watching without flinching as Onyxia climbed onto the table with a heave-ho and crossed her arms, striking a pose that suggested she was invincible.

“Before you tell me anything important, Onyxia, there’s something I need to tell you. The body I left at the gates of Stormwind disappeared in full view of everyone not long ago. Afterwards, we found some claw-like marks at the scene that appeared to be those of a large flying creature.”

After staring at this strange game for about a minute, Varian finally spoke slowly.

"...Aaaaaah! I knew it! I knew it! I should have known this would happen!!!"

After a few seconds of deathly silence, Onyxia screamed in a frenzy.

"Oh? Do you know who stole your body?"

"Of course I know! Who else but my brother would do such a thing! I knew my brother was a pervert, but I never imagined he'd be so perverted as to prey on his own sister! I was hoping to finally rest in peace!"

"...Your brother?"

"Yes! My brother Nefarian, who squatted atop Blackrock Mountain conducting disgusting experiments, believing he could conquer Azeroth with those experimental subjects and slaughter all the other dragonflights!"

Varian frowned. He realized that if a black dragon truly resided atop Blackrock Mountain, then the attack on Ragnaros might have to be postponed—information gleaned from the servants of the Firelord in Darkhearth indicated that the Firelord was unlikely to resurrect naturally for at least three months...

Why did your brother take your body away?

"Let's do experiments! Dragon test subjects are extremely rare, let alone a black dragon with fewer than ten dragons on the surface! My black dragon princess's remains would be the perfect experimental material for him!"

"How long has he been there?"

"That guy has been squatting there for almost half a century. After all, the environment of Blackrock Mountain is really suitable for black dragons to live in. Only recently did he lead his men to move into Blackrock Tower, which was basically abandoned by the Dark Iron dwarves, and make it his fortress."

What kind of people are under his command?

"Dragonmen, dragon beasts, twisted experimental subjects, ogres, some goblins, elemental creatures enslaved by him, various young dragons, modified ordinary dragons, and I think there are also trolls—right, I remember he also integrated the old tribes, so there should be about ten thousand orcs, right?"

Onyxia counted on her fingers, trying her best to recall what her brother had done. When she was still the Earl of Stormwind, this information naturally needed to be kept secret. But now that she had been tricked to death by Nefarian and her body had been taken by him to be used as an experimental subject, was there any need for her to let Nefarian have a good time?

"Old tribe?"

The term "Black Dragon," which is in some ways more sensitive than "Black Dragon," caused Varian to slam his fist on the table and stand up, while Thrall and the others listening nearby were also greatly shocked.

"Hmm, I remember my brother told me their leader's name was something like Red Blackhand. Do any of those orcs recognize that name? I think Blackhand was the surname of the first chieftain of the orc tribe?"

“I know him… How could I not know him? How could I forget his name?”

Thrall's projection clenched his fists, and Varian could even see that the orc chieftain was trying his best to suppress his emotions.

"Alright, that's all I wanted to say—please—don't—let my brother and the old tribe outflank you while you're fighting those fire elementals, okay? That would be really difficult for me!"

After uttering a final remark that was hard to decipher—whether it was a warning or a provocation—little Onyxia jumped off the table and skipped away from the conference room. Watching her departing figure, Varian let out a soft sigh.

"Warchief Thrall, I don't know what you're thinking, but there's one thing I must make clear to you first: I will not let any orc from the old Horde go—yes, every single one."

"There is no place in my tribe for orcs who are still obsessed with bloodshed and killing, King Varian."

Thrall responded to Varian in a low voice.

"Then it's settled—Warchief Thrall, do you need to personally smash that Red Blackhand's head?"

Although it's unclear what grudge Thrall held against the Blackrock orc known as Rend Blackhand, that didn't stop Varian from doing him a favor at the right time. The head of the son of a former Warchief of the Horde was merely icing on the cake for Varian's current reputation, but it would undoubtedly have a far greater significance for Thrall, the new Warchief of the Horde—his view coincided with Daelin's—that Thrall's leadership of the Horde would be beneficial to both the Alliance and Azeroth, therefore, it was essential to ensure Thrall had enough prestige to secure his position.

"grateful."

"So......"

Varian gently stroked the crystal ball in front of him, and the seat representing Darkhearth City lit up. A few seconds later, Moira's figure appeared on it.

"Queen Moira, I have just obtained some very important intelligence. I think we need to make a slight change to our battle plan."

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"Master, what you requested is ready!"

Inside the bloody laboratory of Blackwing Lair, a goblin spoke in a shrill voice to a black dragon resting on the ground. Without a doubt, this enormous black dragon was Onyxia's perverted brother, the current leader of the Black Dragonflight—Prince Nefarian.

"very good....."

Nefarian opened his dim yellow dragon eyes, spread his enormous dragon wings, and slowly stood up from the ground. Only then did the goblins realize that a black dragon had appeared in the lair sometime during the night. Although the dragon seemed to have no signs of life, there were already plenty of corpses in Blackwing Lair driven by various things.

Completely ignoring the terrified looks of the ants around him, Nefarian gently placed his claws on Onyxia's body, which he had stitched back together, and a twisted smile appeared on his terrifying dragon face.

"My lovely sister, soon you will be moving again... Come, be my vanguard, and let all of Azeroth be covered by our black wings!"

44. Blackrock Spire 'Infiltration' Operation

Black Stone Mountain, Black Stone Tower.

As usual, several Blackrock orc soldiers, clad in iron armor and wielding rugged but gleaming battle axes, leaned against the walls of the long-neglected corridor of Blackrock Spire, idly performing their sentry duties. They weren't worried about being touched in the face by enemies, because the path from the Blackrock Mountain gate to Blackrock Spire was not only paved entirely with solid granite, but also scorching hot from the rolling lava of Blackrock Mountain—making it impossible for ordinary thieves to sneak in.

"what--"

A Blackrock orc opened his gaping maw and yawned widely. The moment his mouth opened to its widest point, a piercing pain suddenly erupted from his chest and shot straight to his brain!

"Forehead......"

Realizing what was happening, the Blackrock Orc tried to raise his weapon, but with his heart pierced, he no longer had enough blood to supply his muscles with sufficient strength. With a gurgling sound of blood and foam gushing from his throat, he slid down the wall, feeling his soul begin to leave his body.

In the last second before his consciousness fell silent, he saw the other sentinels who had died silently like him, and a black figure that flashed through the air.

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Valera crouched beside a collapsed wall, concealing herself as much as possible in the shadows. She cautiously observed the patrol routes of the ogres in the distance and the changing of the guard among the orc sentries standing watch by the torches. Although the infiltration equipment provided by Ratchet allowed her to use her skills to blur her tracks even in sunlight, she still preferred to rely on her own skills as much as possible while using the equipment provided by Ratchet.

Suddenly, her pupils contracted, because she noticed that a human mage in a red robe had appeared on the opposite slope at some point, and judging from the direction of his gaze, he had clearly spotted her group!